When it came to plucking out its tail feathers, the little phoenix was not stingy at all; as it itself said, these feathers shed every few years and their value to it was only slightly more limited than hair to humans.

Lin You took the tail feathers in his hands and examined them carefully. There was a warmth in his hands, just like the feeling of the warm spring sun shining on a person; the feathers were fiery red, and the quills and outer edges were faintly golden. At first glance, it seemed as if there was a flame flowing on the surface, but it was always fleeting and could not be seen clearly.

This should be a tail feather that has been shed for a long time, and there are not many phoenix characteristics left. If it were in the hands of a wizard, it might be considered a precious alchemical tool, but for gods or high-level angels and demons, it is not worth mentioning.

After turning it over and over in his hand for a long time, Lin You couldn't see anything unusual on it; it was just a hair that fell from a little kid's butt.

"You can't see anything, right? I just know it! This is something on me, how could I not see if something was wrong?" The little phoenix looked at the writer as if to say "I told you a long time ago, but you didn't believe it."

"Perhaps humans have different habits from you. We generally don't pay special attention to the hair that falls from our buttocks." Lin You responded casually; in fact, the less he found anything special, the more confused he became. Why would a devil come to the phoenix itself to trade with an ordinary phoenix tail feather?

Who would pick up a strand of hair from the ground and sell it to its original owner, and even charge a high price? The devil is just greedy, not stupid!
Lin You felt that the reason why the angels were so persistent in targeting Phoenix was probably because they had the same suspicion. The only question was, what were those birdmen investigating, or guarding against? Were their actions directed at Phoenix alone, or were they suspicious and defensive of everything from hell?

The little phoenix was unaware of the writer's complicated psychological activities, and jumped up to get back his "butt hair". However, he did not expect that the reaction speed of the Gold Saint was too fast, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the other side raised it high, and he could no longer reach it.

"Give it back to me if you've seen enough!" He jumped twice on the spot but was at a loss of what to do. The 37th Demon God was "teased" because of his height. The little boy Phoenix's face turned red, and he looked like he was angry and embarrassed.

Lin You raised his hand high, and his tail feathers seemed to have turned into a cat toy, teasing the little phoenix, who was not much smarter than a cat. At the same time, he deliberately asked, "You just said this thing is very valuable, how much is it worth exactly?"

"How should I know? I have never sold any myself. And I have no use for those pieces of paper from you humans." Phoenix grabbed Lin You's arm and tried to climb up. Originally, he wanted to restore his original form and fly up, but suddenly he thought of a dark history not long ago and immediately gave up the idea.

Although it was inconvenient to have short arms and legs, it was better than being held upside down by someone again after revealing his true form. But he didn't expect that his true form would be held upside down by the ankles, and his human form was only so heavy, so he would also be held up by the back of the neck.

"If you haven't sold it yourself, then someone else must have sold it?" Lin You picked up the kid in his hand and weighed him, as if he was estimating the weight so he could put it on the scale. "Just tell me how much the most expensive one was sold for?"

The little phoenix's feet were suspended in the air, threatening with its fangs and claws. Unfortunately, the size difference between the two sides was too great, so He could only admit defeat in the end: "It happened hundreds of years ago. I heard that he changed his title to a noble one with a fiefdom. He was a profiteer, a shameless person!"

"Why are you so excited? Didn't you pick that person up, but just plucked him from your ass?"

"Nonsense, I traded it with him." Little Phoenix's face was red as if blood was dripping, and her words were filled with shame for having her dark history exposed. "He said he wanted to trade it with me for an out-of-print poetry collection. How could I know that humans had already started using printing at that time? That out-of-print poetry collection was just a common commodity that cost a few silver coins? At that time, I had just completed Nirvana and returned to the human world."

Lin You was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "That is really too shameless, even worse than snatching a child's lollipop, it's simply like snatching a baby's pacifier!"

"You're the one whose pacifier was stolen!" Little Phoenix lost the battle, he lost the height and body but not the mouth, "Give it back to me now, you're robbing me now!"

"How can this be called robbery? I just want to make a deal with you..."

"No, I definitely won't do it." "Really?" Lin You began to reason with a "pleasant face", "Don't you want to hide from those birdmen? I can help you. But, to help you, I have to mobilize a large number of people. Whether it's investigating the movements of those birdmen or creating a false impression to divert their attention, it requires a lot of manpower and material resources. In short, it costs money."

The little phoenix was suddenly hesitant.

Lin You continued to add fuel to the fire: "How about you think of a solution yourself? Or have someone reliable help you? If it really doesn't work, why don't you just hide back in hell? Those birdmen won't chase you down, right?"

The last suggestion directly angered the 37th Demon God. He shook his head like a rattle without even thinking: "How is this possible? I finally met Lucifer to open the gates of hell, and no other devils came out to take care of things. I haven't had enough fun yet!"

How can hell, filled with the smell of sulfur, be as colorful as the human world?

"Then what do you want to do? Lucifer is hiding in hell and won't come out. It seems that you only have one person left to turn to..." Lin You shook his tail feathers and added the conditions at the right time, "I can even provide meals here!"

The little phoenix was almost convinced, but he stiffened his neck so as not to let people think that he "surrendered" easily; he made a request like a lion, "I'm not that picky. This is England. I remember that the summer dew on the highest peak of Cairngorms is the best. When it comes to drinking, I prefer brandy. I drank a kind of brandy in the house of a nobleman named Arthur Wellesley..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lin You's gloomy voice: "Do you want me to find some sycamore branches to build a nest for you on the eaves, so you can sleep with the swallows and sparrows? By the way, do you want to eat bamboo rice? There is not much bamboo in England, and the quality is not good. I can send people to China to buy some."

"Well... Actually, my requirements are not that high." The little phoenix felt a chill on his back, and his voice instantly dropped by half, no longer having the aura of the thirty-seventh pillar of the devil. "The living habits you mentioned are only shared by my fellow tribesmen in the East. I can't sleep in the same bed with them, nor can I eat from the same pot..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't eat from the same pot as your people, you have to eat from the same pot as my family. Whatever my sister eats, you eat - isn't that enough for you?"

When she heard the word "sister", Xiao Fenghuang's back, which had just cooled down, began to sweat again, and for some reason, both sides of her cheeks began to ache slightly.

"Um, can I not have dinner with your sister?"

"Sure, just watch her while she eats, and when she's done you can go to the table and eat her leftovers."

"..." The little phoenix thought again and again, and asked indignantly: "Even if I refuse, you will not return the tail feather to me?"

"That's right. How can we take back the money that we've already paid? As for whether you still want to eat, stay, or accept the security service we provide, you can consider it again; but a refund is absolutely not possible."

The thirty-seventh pillar demon wanted to struggle again, but suddenly a devilish voice rang in his ears: "Ah, Phoenix!"

Looking up, Miss Minerva from the Forester family was standing at the door of the villa, looking at the "two people" on the lawn with a happy face. (End of this chapter)